Chapter 3
Fortunately, everyone in the kitchen was busy getting the plates of cake ready to distribute, so no one had paid attention to his conversation with the shifter.
And maybe Shandor had a point. Ioan felt like s**t. He’d make an early night of it.
He bid everyone good night and left, wandering out to the Great Hall. He climbed the stairs to the second floor and trailed along to his bedchamber.
Why would someone do this to him? He’d never hurt anyone.
He paused at the doorway of his bedroom and ran a hand over his eyes. He’d never questioned that he was loved, but just then he felt more depressed than he ever had.
He let himself into his room and stared with loathing at the bed where he’d cuffed Daniel, not for something as interesting as a little bondage play, but in order to
